I was in the Army during Viet Nam days. I was a supply clerk, so I didn't have to fight. But I do remember when the guys were getting shipped out to Nam, getting on the bus that would take them to plane that was going over there. It was a mixture of fear and excitement, but most of all I felt their bravery. They were ALL ready to give their life for those they left behind.
At Fort Polk, it was mostly poor black kids from the ghettos of the Southern cities and hispanic kids from all over Texas. And they were young, mostly 17, 18 & 19. I often have wondered how many of those kids made it back in one piece. I still have my yearbook from Ft. Polk, with all their photos. 220 in my company alone, nearly 200 went to Nam next. I went through training with them, four months of hell.
I never said this before, but THANK YOU GUYS! Thank you for giving me my life! Thank you, thank you, thank you!